Call me GG. I grip pole. Caught ya girl. But I'm not fishin. I tried to tell em plenty times. Better stop all of that wishin. Go and take a bird bath. I mistaken. You a pigeon. Could be poisonous. Komodo dragon. Your girl I be lickin. You don't get no money. Trick or Treat? Of course that nigga trickin. You should tie ya shoe lace. Before you end up startin trippin. Let me get behind the wheel or in the kitchen. Could be whippin. Put you dead up in gymnastics. I got aim. Let's get to flippin. Yea pussy what it do? I got aim. I'll get to blickin. You don't hear me clear? Do you? We iguanas. We be lickin. Time is tickin. And apparently we grippin. Ain't no point in tellin shit. You'll be labeled. So stop snitchin You were sniffin. Couldn't fool GG. I knew your ass were snitchin. I was witchin. Yeah you bitches are bats. You niggas are rats. I'm itchin. Like a tire. We be rollin. We iguanas. We be lickin. Interfere all with my bread. I be hungry. I'll get to blickin. Ignorance don't have nun else to do. Why does it gets to pickin? Wish to be like Harry Potter. But my pistol I be flickin. You had plenty damn shots. But after 3 it started clickin. Up my pole. It's Mickey Mouse. 2 at ya ears. One cause you trippin. I'm the Barber. So don't think. That for an instance. I can't clip it. Got that Hustler Mentality. I know that I can sell it. Did my shit a whole different way. I know you can't compare it. You can ask me all day. I tell you No I will not share it.